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Currently Reading
“Fire in Paradise”
by. Alastair Gee
Tapestry of Silence
I used to weave my tale
A vibrant kaleidoscope, I'd swear
Emotions draped in veil
I poured my heart
But did it reach your ears on fertile ground?
The fleeting dove
I chased it, desperate, filled with love
Steps misplaced can leave a silent sting
We spoke
We laughed
A chorus in the night
Yet sometimes, echoes blurred, and meaning took to flight
I'd paint with passion
Sunsets in my eyes
But did the brushstrokes reach beyond the skies?
Did you see stars I saw in constellations spun
Or did they fade to dust by morning's rising sun?
My words, they used to dance on air
A waterfall of feelings, unconfined
I'd paint my heart in rainbows, unafraid
And trust you'd catch the colors in your mind
I poured my heart in every phrase
Yet silent chasms met my gaze
Then I learned, it's not just what is said
But how it lands, the echoes in your soul
For love's a language whispered, not just read
A tapestry of silence to make whole
My voice, it stumbles now, unsure of ground
I clutch the words, afraid they'll make no sound
A story left untold
A love ungold
But in your eyes, a mirror I can see
Reflection of the storm that rages deep
You hold the space for all I cannot be
And let my silence bloom where words would weep
Now, when I speak,
I plant a seed
I watch it bloom
Listen close, baby, beyond the din
To sighs and smiles
The whispers locked within
Each sigh, each glance, a silent vow
To bridge the gaps, somehow, somehow
Let the words be just a guide
We'll bridge the gap
And love's true light will blaze
Though my voice may sometimes stray
Though my voice may falter, lose its way
Your heart, darling, will always understand
༺❀༻
The Four Winds by Kristin Hannah
Girl, I felt that! By midday, Elsa's poor fingers were throbbing, her hands painted a vibrant cherry red from that bleach-lye combo. Kitchen, dining room, living room – she'd scrubbed 'em all till the floors practically begged for mercy. Then, armed with lemon oil, she went on a buffing mission, turning those wood planks into sun-kissed mirrors. Books? Don't even get me started. She hauled down every dusty, leather-bound beauty, couldn't help but inhale that intoxicating scent of aged paper and well-worn stories. Heck, she even snuck in a sentence or two, a mini escape into the worlds between those covers. But let's be real, her own life as a reader felt about as close as a moon landing right now.
Source: The Four Winds by Kristin Hannah
Kay girl, I felt Loreda down to my toenails in that scene. Until then, time marched like a reliable soldier, even through heartbreak. Losing her dad, her bestie, and seeing Ant sick? Yeah, they were gut punches, but time, that trusty old friend, always soothed with its steady rhythm. "Time heals all wounds," everyone droned on, like it was some magical salve. Honey, let me tell you, some wounds fester with time, not shrink. But hey, at least time was dependable, right? Sun up, sun down, chores, meals, repeat. Life's little metronome. Except here, stuck in the muck of misery, time was an arthritic snail. Ugh, the struggle is real!
XD
WHEN I'M REALLY ENGROSSED IN MY BOOK AND SOMEONE TRIES TO DISTRACT ME
It’s like:
Pet Peeves #1
When I see a beautiful and aesthetically pleasing looking book being photographed and posted on Tumblr, and I zoom in enough to read an awesome sentence from that book, (which gets me hooked by the way) but I can’t find the title or the author of the awesome book. Anywhere! Not even in the little notes that other people leave behind! Please, my fellow book lovers, end this torment! Give me more than a tempting image of a good book and page number. I would like to read it but I can’t unless you identify it! Thank you for reading my rant.
Ouchy
I spent my life folded between the pages of books...I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
“Is there anything better than iced coffee and a bookstore on a sunny day? I mean, aside from hot coffee and a bookstore on a rainy day.”
Emily Henry, Book Lovers
book lovers
I READ BOOK LOVERS AND-
i'm screaming
♥️ literally the character development and the romance which almost felt like the backstory to me because i was so focused on the familial relationships but ahHHHHH
AHHH HELLO IT'S BEEN SO LONG !
I'm so happy for you !!! It's definitely one of those calm reads that you GROW to LOVE and develop alongside the characters! Any new reads? And how have you been lately?
book lovers
I READ BOOK LOVERS AND-
i'm screaming
♥️ literally the character development and the romance which almost felt like the backstory to me because i was so focused on the familial relationships but ahHHHHH
"...Once, I heard the sound of wind under water, breathed in the sea and survived."
-Miranda Cowley Heller (The Paper Palace: A Novel)
So I finished the cat and mouse duet (Haunting Adeline & Hunting Adeline) by H. D. Carlton. I got peer pressured into it (jk). And I have some thoughts. Mostly Zade is a creep and booktok has done as booktok does, and made him seem good... but moving on Here are some of my favourite quotes because nothing else really stuck in my mind... well, except I related too much to Addie's 'situation' in the first half of Hunting Adeline. Yes, I'm traumatised, no I'm not talking about it. Moving on. ~ SPOILERS ~ and sexual content, bc... it's dark romance.. very dark romance. "romance"
“I want to slap him. But the asshole would probably like it, and then turn around and slap me back. And my dumbass self would probably like it, too.”
“I never understood why the sickest of humanity go out of their way to appear the prettiest. You can throw glitter on a snake, but the bitch still bites.”
"You tell me, little mouse. When I make you cry out for God, does that count as praying?"
"It's just like being addicted to the pain of getting a tattoo. Every bite of the needle you want to run away, but you stay because the outcome is pure fucking bliss" "Alright kids, look like your asses just got kicked by two old men that throw their backs out just from lifting their small dicks to piss" He could've just said 'say cheese' and had the same outcome
and, here's a fic I found that fits the vibes perfectly.. enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/44574667/chapters/112124029?